Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
William ShakespeareFor so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
William ShakespeareThere's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.
William Shakespeare